Unleashed Fury
Fenrir Greyback was unmarked, but loyal to Voldemort, as long as the Dark Lord fulfilled his promise of fresh prey to hunt and turn. Fenrir's ultimate goal was to turn wizards young so they'd grow to resent their parents for turning their backs on them all because of the curse he inflicted on them.
Fenrir was also the alpha werewolf who turned Remus against his will when Remus was just a child.
Still interlocking eyes with Remus. Greyback briefly flexed his fingers deeper into Bellatrix’s neck, as his clawed fingers ripped out of her arm.
The flesh from Bellatrix’s arm ripped away as if it was made of paper, they all cringed away from the squelching noise of Bellatrix’s blood as it splattered across Greyback's face.
Harry watched, almost entranced, as Greyback tossed her uselessly back towards Lucius, where she crumbled into a heap.
He watched as Greyback licked the blood off of his fingers, watched as Lucius murmured the spell Brackium Emendo, causing Bellatrix’s broken arm to snap back into place. Harry watched as Bellatrix summoned her wand back to her through clenched teeth.
The crazed look in Bellatrix’s eyes had slightly dimmed but the burning hatred in her gaze made Harry take an anxious step back. Her face was bright red from embarrassment at being thrown backwards like a potato sack and she had dark red finger imprints around her neck.
Blood from her arm steadily dripped onto the floor, the clawed gashes on her arm would not heal though no matter how loud Bellatrix’s shrill healing spells were.
Werewolf scars were cursed. Harry had been told by an uncomfortable Remus, after Molly burst into tears, because Harry had asked why Bill’s scars hadn't been healed yet.
Bellatrix trembled with fury, her eyes locked onto Greyback with a manic intensity, but it wasn’t him she chose to lash out at first. With a sharp flick of her wand, she turned on the other Death Eaters surrounding them. “You pathetic fools!” she screamed, her voice ragged and unhinged. “How dare you stand there and do nothing!”
Her anger seemed to spark the air, and before anyone could react, streaks of green and red light burst from her wand, striking down one of her fellow Death Eaters instantly. He crumpled to the ground, lifeless. The others scrambled to protect themselves, throwing up hastily conjured shields, but Bellatrix was relentless, her curses flying wild.
The chaos spilled over to Harry and his group, who had taken cover behind a set of crumbling pillars. “Get down!” Harry yelled, but the spellfire was too quick. A jet of purple light shot toward Hermione, her eyes widening in terror.
Without thinking, Ron leaped in front of her. He let out a strangled gasp as the curse hit him squarely in the chest. “RON!” Hermione screamed, catching him as he fell to the ground, his face pale, his breathing ragged. Blood began to seep from the wound, soaking through his shirt. “No, no, no, stay with me,” she pleaded, pressing her hands against his chest, trying to staunch the bleeding.
“Hermione…” Ron muttered, trying to offer her a weak smile, but he could barely keep his eyes open.
Meanwhile, Neville, Luna, and Ginny had taken up a defensive stance back-to-back, fending off incoming curses. "Protego!" Neville shouted, deflecting a spell that would have hit Ginny square in the face. Luna waved her wand with fluid precision, sending a curse spiraling back toward an attacking Death Eater, but they were quickly being surrounded.
“We're running out of room!” Ginny warned, panic creeping into her voice as she fired off another hex. "We can’t keep this up!"
“Then we won’t,” Neville said, jaw set with determination. “We’ll fight our way through.” But before they could act, a blast of blue light exploded at their feet, sending them all sprawling to the ground, stunned and disoriented.
Across the battlefield, Remus Lupin stood amidst a group of Death Eaters, his wand a blur as he fought with a fury that Harry had rarely seen. He moved like a tempest, casting nonverbal spells with swift, powerful movements. “Stupefy! Expulso! Confringo!” Five Death Eaters fell back in quick succession, battered and bleeding, their wands knocked from their hands.
“You picked the wrong fight,” Remus snarled, his eyes glowing faintly with a predatory light. He spun on his heel, deflecting another curse with a flick of his wand before sending a jet of white-hot light directly into the chest of a masked figure. The Death Eater was hurled backward, slamming into a wall with a sickening crack.
Harry could barely keep track of what was happening. His friends were scattered, injured, and outnumbered. Panic tightened around his heart like a vice. He took a step forward, desperate to reach them, but something pulled him back, a chill in the air, the whispers from behind him chanted loudly throughout the chamber.
He realized too late how close he was to the veil. The tattered fabric fluttered gently, as if beckoning him closer. He felt his body pitch backwards as if he had slipped.
“Harry!” Hermione’s voice tore through the chaos. “HARRY!”
Harry saw everything in slow motion. Ron bleeding in Hermione’s arms. Neville, Luna, and Ginny struggling to get back to their feet as Death Eaters closed in around them. Remus was still fighting, his movements becoming more frantic as he sensed something was terribly wrong.
But it was the last thing Harry saw that sent an icy fear into his heart, a pair of amber eyes, Remus’s eyes. They were locked onto him, wide with terror. Harry reached out, but the veil pulled at him, soft and cold like mist.
He heard his friends’ voices, desperate and afraid, calling his name over and over. “Harry! No, HARRY!”
He watched as steely blue and amber eyes met his, saw as their hands reached out towards him and then Harry knew no more as the world went black and the veil swallowed him whole.
As the three men lay unconscious in an unknown location, unaware that their fate was about to change, the hospital across town was just as busy as the police chief's daughter and the mayor's son were brought in after a car accident.
The mayor's son had no injuries, however the police chief's daughter had substantial internal bleeding that seemed to have healed miraculously overnight, they were currently keeping her there for observation.
Caroline Forbes lay in her hospital bed bored out of her mind. Why couldn't she go home? Why did it matter how her injuries had healed? She was better now and all she wanted to do was go home and see her mom. She had just seen her life flash before her eyes, she didn't want her life to change just because of some freak accident.
Caroline sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling tiles, counting each one for the fifth time that hour. "This is torture," she muttered under her breath. Just then, a soft knock sounded on the door, and Caroline’s spirits lifted. Finally, a visitor!
“Elena!” Caroline exclaimed, a broad smile spreading across her face as she saw the familiar figure in the doorway. Her best friend stood there, wearing her usual jeans and casual sweater, but there was something off, Elena’s eyes seemed darker, her smile sharper, and her posture a bit too confident. It struck Caroline as strange, but she quickly brushed it aside, too happy to see her.
“Hey, Care,” Elena greeted, her tone sweet, though carrying a strange edge to it. “How are you feeling?”
Caroline’s smile wavered for a moment as the feeling of unease grew. “I’m fine. It’s just weird, you know? One minute I’m in this horrible accident, and the next, I’m completely healed.” She paused, giving her friend a confused look. “Doesn’t that seem strange to you?”
Elena took a step closer, her smile widening, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re special, Caroline. You’ve always been special.”
Caroline let out a nervous laugh, unsure why her best friend’s words sent a shiver down her spine. “Okay, you’re seriously being weird right now. Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, trying to read Elena’s expression.
“Oh, I’m fine,” Elena replied smoothly, her voice dropping an octave, taking on a tone that Caroline didn’t recognize. “Better than ever, actually.”
Caroline blinked, the unsettling sensation building, but she still couldn’t place it. “Elena, you’re scaring me,” she said, trying to lighten the mood but failing.
Elena took another step forward, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Don’t worry, Caroline. Everything is going to be just fine.”
Before Caroline could react, Elena reached down and grabbed the pillow from behind her head. “Wait, what are you doing?” Caroline asked, confusion turning quickly to fear.
“Helping you,” came the chilling response, and in one swift motion, Elena pressed the pillow over Caroline’s face.
Caroline struggled, her hands flying up to claw at her friend’s wrists, but Elena’s strength was overwhelming. Panic surged through her as she fought for air, her vision starting to blur.
“It’s okay, shh,” Elena whispered in her ear, her voice unnervingly calm. “Just let go.”
Caroline’s resistance weakened, her movements slowing as darkness edged into her vision. The last thing she heard was Elena’s voice, soft and cold: “I’ll see you on the other side.”
The heart monitor let out one long, continuous beep, and the room fell eerily silent.
Katherine released the pillow and stood up, watching Caroline’s lifeless body for a moment. “Welcome to the next chapter,” she murmured, before slipping out of the room just as quietly as she had entered.